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Surprise Visitor

This was a dumb idea that really got away from me.

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: Your sexy surprise for Carmy is derailed when a certain cousin of his decides to make an unplanned visit. Mentions of sexy stuff, but no actual smut.

word count: 2.4K

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh shit, shit, shit!”

“Cousin, who the fuck—“

You sprang to your feet, desperately trying to find a blanket, a sheet, anything to cover your nearly naked body as Carmy blocked the hallway leading from his front door, trying desperately to push the man who you can only assume was his “cousin,” Richie, back the way he came.

To say that this was a surprise would be an understatement.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun for Carmy, a chance to blow off steam after you knew from his myriad of frustrated text messages that he’d been having a bad day.

God, the toilet’s broken…again. This fuckin place will be the death of me.

Jfc Richie just managed to get himself locked in the walk-in. this day is endless.

Wish me luck for dinner service. I’ll be thinking about you.

The plan to surprise Carmy by being in his apartment, clad in only lacy black lingerie and one of his aprons, had been brewing in your mind ever since he had given you a key. It seemed like, if ever there was a day to give him his surprise, it would be today. Obviously, you hadn’t expected company.

“Get the fuck out, Richie,” Carmy commanded.

“I’m staying right the hell here until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

You froze on the spot. Despite your best attempts to protect your modesty, the nearest item to cover yourself was the hoodie you had thrown over the back of Carmy’s kitchen chair when you’d arrived, and it was very much in full view of Richie.

“Carm,” your voice wavered, still stunned by how quickly your plan had gone downhill. “I’m kind of trapped here.”

“Y’got clothes somewhere?” Carmy poked his head around the corner and you saw the flush rising in his cheeks, making his already stark blue eyes all the more striking.

“In there,” you motioned to his bedroom down the hall.

Frustrated, he scrubbed a palm over his face and then disappeared from your view. “Richie! Eyes closed and turn the fuck around.”

“Why do I have to do both?”

“I said turn around.”

After a beat, you crept forward, seeing Carmy with his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, keeping him still. Swiftly, you tore across the apartment, apron flapping around your bare thighs as you ran into Carmy’s bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

You hurriedly grabbed at the small duffle bag you had brought along with you, pulling out a pair of leggings, an old concert t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks for good measure – you wanted to cover about as much skin as humanly possible right about now.

You were in the process of untying the apron from around your waist when you heard the soft knock at Carmy’s door.

“You ok in there?” his voice was muffled through the doorway, but his concern for you was still evident.

“Fine,” you huffed.

The wooden door creaked and you visualized Carmy leaning against it, his brows knitting together in concern. “At the risk of sounding like an idiot, what’re you doing here tonight?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” You grumbled at him as you continued to fiddle with the ties of the apron. Your fingers were trembling slightly in embarrassment and you were starting to suspect that you were only making the knot tighter. “Can you come in here and help me with this damn thing?”

The door opened just a crack as Carmy slipped into the room, sidling up close to you – close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your face. His fingers covered your own and he began to deftly undo the knot that you had created.

“Well, I think we were all surprised tonight, sunshine.”

You pouted at him, still feeling a bit sour that your evening had gone to hell so quickly, but you felt yourself melt when he lifted his eyes to yours and smiled warmly at you.

The knot at your waist was undone, and gravity began to do its work of pulling the apron away from you. Carmy slipped his fingers under the ties that lay around your neck and helped you to pull it over your head. You caught his eyes skimming over your body, lingering at the delicate lace that covered your breasts and arched over the curve of your hips.

“You know you can surprise me anytime,” he mumbled low enough for you to hear.

You ignored the way that his voice sent chills up and down your spine and made warmth begin to pool deep in your stomach. Instead, you socked him gently in the arm and began pulling your t-shirt over your head.

“By the way, what the hell is Richie doing here anyway? I thought you said he never comes over.”

Carmy rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair. “Oh he’s been going on and on about some denim jacket he swears that Mikey gave to him that I supposedly stole and brought with me to New York. I didn’t exactly have much of a choice when he followed me home and said that he was going to steal it back.”

“That’s frustrating.”

“That’s Richie.”

Fully clothed and feeling marginally less rattled, you took it upon yourself to be the first one to leave the bedroom.

“Cousin! You going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“What’s going on,” Carmy began, his voice annoyed as he continued walking down the hallway, rounding the corner to the living room, “Is that you were an unexpected guest. Now, Richie, meet y/n. My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Did hell freeze over? There’s no way you’re dating this broad.”

This broad? Seriously? Suddenly, many of the stories Carmy had told you about Richie began to make sense.

“This broad is standing right here, and she’s less than delighted to make your acquaintance under these circumstances,” you piped up, extending a hand to Richie. “But seeing as we’re here now, I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Richie.”

Richie took your hand and gave it a curt shake.

“Nice meeting you too, Carmy’s girlfriend. And I want to get it out of the way now that I didn’t see anything. Well, except your ass and a bit of side boob.”

Your eyes widened and Carmy stepped forward, angling himself in front of you protectively.

“Cousin,” he snapped. “Are we looking for that fucking jacket or what?”

“What, in your bedroom? Where there’s probably fluids and stuff? Nah, you can go look; I’m gonna stay right here where I am now, thank you.”

“Unbelievable.”

You placed a hand on Carmy’s arm, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze right over his 773 tattoo. “Hey, how ‘bout you just go and grab the jacket? Its fine, I’m fine. Really.”

Carmy’s eyes searched your face, looking for any hesitation in your features before finally looking warily over to Richie.

“Behave yourself, would you?”

“Always do.”

You rolled your eyes at Richie then crossed through to the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cupboard and getting yourself a glass of water. Richie followed you from a distance, leaning in the threshold of the room and studying you curiously.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked dryly.

“You’re dating Carmy, huh?”

Were you going to do this all night? You nod slowly, wondering where this is going.

“How long has this… y’know, you two… How long as that been happening?”

You thought back for a moment, mentally counting the days that had passed since your first official date with Carmy.

“Officially, it’s been about two months now. But before that, there were probably like 3 months where we both had our heads up our asses, not quite sure how to talk to each other about how we felt.”

“Did you meet on then apps then or what?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I live in the building, so we’d see each other from time to time. Then there was this night awhile back where my front door was jammed. I was basically locked out of my apartment and Carmy brought me back here to help me out. Let me charge my phone, cooked me some dinner while we waited for the locksmith to arrive. We just kind of clicked so –“

“So you fucked him?!” Richie’s voice was incredulous.

“No, what the fuck, dude?” you were stunned. “We just started to hang out, y’know? I’m a night owl so I’d come up here when he’d come home from work and we’d talk. With our clothes on.”

Richie seemed satisfied enough with your answer to not continue to grill you with more questions. You leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped your water, puzzled by this man and his apparent lack of verbal filter.

“I noticed he’s been happier lately,” Richie finally said after a long moment. His tone was more serious than you had heard from him all night.

“Yeah?”

He nodded solemnly, stepping closer to you.

“I’m sure you know about his brother and the restaurant and the whole big…shit show that has been going down since Carmy came back home.”

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Carmen just seemed pretty miserable to be back here, to be honest. He was going through it – I mean we all were, but damn. Mikey loved him; he really did. And you know I’m not actually family, but Mikey is like my brother. He was like my brother. Which means that Carmy is too. And, I dunno, as much as I give him shit, I still hate to see the kid going though it like that, you know?”

“No, I get it.”

Richie held your gaze for a long moment and let out a long breath.

“I can’t quite describe it, but he’s just been better these last few months. He just seems lighter somehow. And I don’t know if that’s you, or what, but I’m glad. The kid deserves to be happy.” He smirked and clapped a hand over your shoulder. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“Secret’s safe with me.” You couldn’t help but feel a seed of affection being planted for him just then. For as much of an ass and a pervert as he was, he cared about Carmy in his own obnoxious way. It was your common ground.

Carmy came down the hallway then, visibly perplexed when he saw Richie’s hand on your shoulder. You shrugged slightly, signaling to him that you were ok with the interaction.

“Found your jacket, Richie.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he held up a pile of neatly folded denim.

Richie turned to Carmy, taking the article from his hands and studying it closely for a moment before declaring: “I’ve never seen this jacket in my life.”

Carmy looked exasperated. “Richie, it’s the vintage ’76 that I found with Mikey. It’s the exact jacket you’ve been talking about all day, but you’ve never seen it because it was never yours.”

“I don’t know why you’re fucking with me right now, but I’m going to get that damn jacket.”

“Richie,” you snapped before Carmy could respond. “If you want your jacket, you’re going to have to come back during visiting hours. It’s late tonight. How about you go home?”

Oddly enough, Richie looked slightly impressed by you. Instead of putting up a fight, he handed the jacket back to Carmy and began patting the fronts of his pockets for his keys.

“Ok, fine. I guess you’re right. But I’m telling you right now that I’m coming here tomorrow after work, so I don’t wanna walk in on any freaky stuff, alright?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, but started walking with him to the doorway. “I’ll see you out.”

You followed in their footsteps for a few feet, Richie giving you an approving nod as he approached the door. “It was nice meeting you, y/n.”

“Likewise.”

Both men disappeared out the front door for a moment, standing out in the hallway with their voices low as Carmy kept the door on the latch. Their voices were muffled, but you could easily still hear every word they exchanged.

“Don’t know if this is what you wanna hear from me tonight, but I like her, Cousin.”

“You like that you got a show.”

“No, Carm. I like her. I like that she cares about you, wants to do stuff for you. And I respect that she can hold her own against the likes of me. That’s a good trait to have.”

There’s a long pause before you hear Carmy speak again, his voice slightly strained. “Get home safe tonight, alright.”

“You take care of each other.”

When Carmy comes back into the apartment, he slides the bolt into the deadlock and pauses for a moment, his eyes toward the closed doorway. You step up behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder blade and letting it linger there for a moment before you wrap your arms around his torso and press your forehead into the space between his shoulders. For a moment, you are concerned to feel him shaking in your arms until you realize that he’s laughing.

“That was a disaster,” he wheezes.

“God, don’t remind me,” you press your hot cheek against his back, letting yourself laugh about the night too.

He spins in your arms, taking the chance to hook a finger under your jaw and plant a series of clumsy kisses over your face, still smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck and allow him to guide you backwards until your back collides softly with the wall.

His kisses are growing more feverish now, his steady hands gliding from your waist and over the curve of your ass.

“Can I still have my surprise?” he asks sweetly between kisses. All the while, he’s slipping his knee in between your thighs in the way he knows makes you lose your mind. That devil.

With the delicious friction between your thighs, it’s hard to think, but somehow you string together a sentence. “You still want me? Even after everything that’s gone wrong today?”

In response, Carmy slides his hands down from your ass to the backs of your thighs, gripping tightly as he hoists you up against the wall with your legs around his waist and his straining member pressing against your core in way that made you gasp.

“I will always, always want you, pretty girl.”

And you decide he can have his surprise after all.

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anarchistpaladin · 2 months

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I just want to make an observation I've noticed as an lurker in the top gun fandom that I'm not sure how well it's going to go over but I need to get this out so here we go.

The way fanfics approach Bradley and Jake often bothers me. Some fics make Brad out to be an absolute sweetheart who did nothing wrong and that Jake is akin to the worst douchebag you've ever met, while others have it the other way round. After watching the movie, it's clear they are both assholes in their own right.

With Bradley, he has every right to be pissed off at Mav for what he did. Sure, his career wasn't really set back and he became a successful pilot anyway. However, I think it's often glossed over how such a move would have destroyed any trust Bradley had in Mav growing up. Should he have said the things he did to Mav during the movie/behaved the way he did? No way - once again, he's still an asshole. I want to see more fics of Bradley and Mav actually hashing out their issues, with Bradley going to therapy to address both his anger and trust issues. As far as the "early grave" line to Jake, we don't know the full backstory of these aviators, but it is clear it struck a nerve. Depending on the backstory, this is also an asshole move and could be downright cruel. Jake bringing up Goose was also a dick move, but should Bradley have tried to physically assault him for it? Again, no.

As for Jake, he is definitely a cocky asshole. These aviators are the best of the best, so cockyness is expected. We don't have the luxury of knowing Jake's backstory other than hints about the origin of his callsign. However, looking at the events of the storyline from Jake's perspective heavily implies that he is the Mav of this generation. Depending on the backstory, he could be just what Mav would have become if he hadn't lost Goose. Did he say asshole stuff? Yes, but looking at everything he said, it could be interpreted as a misguided attempt to get his fellow aviators to improve so they don't die. Jake bringing up Goose the way he did was a dick move, but he also wasn't wrong. Bradley and Mav's personal issues were clearly impacting the training, and Jake didn't know about the papers thing, so it is logical to see how he would think Bradley is still upset about the accident. He should have gone about it in a different way, though. However, to write him as downright cruel and mean for all of this in fanfics doesn't sit right with me.

TLDR, these characters have a lot of nuance for a military propaganda film headed by Tom Cruise of all people, and I think a lot of fanfics ignore the nuance. They're all naval aviators, they're all gonna be some form of cocky asshole! The movie gave us clues to their deeper personalities, let's go after that.

(There are a lot of fics that I think handle the nuance very well, don't get me wrong)

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